Depression, and maybe a small revelation
Everywhere I look, I see little but gloom and doom.
Bush and the monsters who operate him are poisoning our nation’s standing in the world, poisoning our nation’s financial well-being, poisoning our nation’s political equilibrium, poisoning our nation’s water and earth and sky. George Walker Bush is just as much the rigid and dangerous fundamentalist that Osama Bin-Laden is. With the vast power of the United States military behind him, with the self-righteous surety that he is God’s instrument of all things good and pure, with his astonishingly simplistic black-and-white, all-or-nothing belief system, Dubya is far more dangerous to every human being on this planet than Saddam Hussein taken to the Kim Jong Il power.
With every passing day, with every incremental outrage perpetrated by these people who purport to be leading my country, I am convinced that George Walker Bush would use weapons of mass destruction to achieve his ends. He would happily drop a nuke on Baghdad, some time between gleefully permitting states to drop millions of poor people from Medicaid and fixing up a few more six-figure tax breaks for his high-roller friends, then head off to a prayer meeting.
Comments
Nicely said, and the Dylan song is apt beyond words.
And what about the incandescend ager of this verse (typed from memory):
I hope that you die
& your death it comes soon
I’ll follow your casket
on pale afternoon
& watch while you’re lowered
down to your death bed
& I’ll stand over your grave
till I’m sure that you’re dead
Masters of War, isn’t it?
Actually, as I was writing my note on the last verse of With God On Our Side, my phrase “hope of a way out of this mess” actually got me to start singing All Along The Watchtower to myself ("said the joker to the thief").
...can’t get no relief…
Funny, I very nearly blogged some lyrics from “Master’s of War” the other day....
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